If I go on too long about one of my favorite authors in the world, I’ll cry and cry and at work, that just ain’t good. Instead, I’ll post this, and tell you that the genius fantasy satirist is donating a million dollars for research. To learn more about the marvelous fund drive, click here.
“Ladies and Gentlemen. My name is Terry Pratchett, author of a series of inexplicably successful fantasy books and I have had Alzheimer’s now for the past two years plus, in which time I managed to write a couple of bestsellers. I have a rare variant. I don’t understand very much about it, but apparently if you are going to have Alzheimer’s it’s a good one to have. So, a stroke of luck there then…
and from the end
I’d like a chance to die like my father did—of Cancer, at 86. (Remember, I’m speaking as a man with Alzheimer’s, which strips away your living self a bit at a time). Before he went to spend his last two weeks in a hospice he was bustling around the house, fixing things. He talked to us right up to the last few days, knowing who we were and who he was. Right now, I envy him. And there are thousands like me, except that they don’t get heard.
So let’s shout something loud enough to hear. We need you and you need money. I’m giving you a million dollars. Spend it wisely.”